Fic- It's Not Cold Outside
I was planning to post this yesterday but forgot...and I'm still awake so it counts. Yeah ;P
Title: It’s Not Cold Outside
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: G
Spoilers: Series 3. Think of it as a post3.13 fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine
Summary: It is snowing in Camelot. No, really, in Camelot.
AN: Written for
merlinadvent Day 17– Snow Day! Not that we’ve been lacking in any recently (Can I just point out I so called that prompt. Oh yeah, weather-girl career here I come ;P) 550 words.
“What are you doing here?” Merlin asked as he walked in to find Arthur brooding by the window. “I thought you had a meeting with the knights.”
“It’s snowing.”
Merlin looked at Arthur as if he were a bit slow. “It’s Winter. It does that.”
“It’s snowing inside, Merlin.”
“What?”
Arthur sighed and walked over to drag Merlin out into the corridor where a small blizzard drifted past them and covered the bemused courtiers in snow. Quite a bit of snow. It was starting to settle.
“…It wasn't doing that earlier,” Merlin said after a minute. “When I walked here, it was fine.”
In the corridor the ladies continued squealing in both delight and horror as their hair was messed up. Oddly enough the ladies near Sir Gwaine were the ones who didn’t seem to mind little icy flakes settling on their hair as he brushed off the snow and told them how it only enhanced their beauty. Merlin snorted at that; Gwaine would never change. The next morning he’d be thrown out of Lady Catherine’s chambers by an angry courting Baron, and Merlin would be expected to fish him out of the tavern again afterwards.
Arthur cut across his thoughts.
“Apparently it’s spreading, it was just the throne room this morning, now it’s half the castle,” Arthur groaned. “Someone has to tell my father.”
“What? Why! I’m not doing it,” Merlin told him, all in one breath, and widening his eyes so far Arthur was more convinced than normal his manservant was hiding a mental affliction.
“Because it’s sorcery, Merlin. Obviously.”
“…Do you think he really hasn’t noticed yet?”
Arthur looked uncomfortable. “My father may have partaken of slightly more ale than usual at the Midwinter feast last night. No-one’s seen him out of his chambers since.”
Merlin grinned. “So the king got rat-arsed then?”
“I could have you hanged.”
“Then you’d have no-one to pick up your dirty clothes. How did you ever survive before I was here to look after you?”
“You don’t look after me, Merlin. I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. And you’re useless most of the time.”
“Only most of the time?”
“Just…go get Gaius and see if we can’t stop all this snowing before the king finds out, will you?”
“Right away, sire,” Merlin smiled cheekily at him, dashing away down the corridor.
He almost managed to avoid the snowballs thrown at him from an entirely innocent-looking Arthur.
The next morning Merlin saw Arthur making his daily report to Uther, and decided to listen in- just in case the festive sorcery had managed to catch the king’s attention and if he should be worrying about sudden room raids by the knights again.
“Arthur,” Uther interrupted his son’s report of guard schedules. “Have you heard anything about these reports of snow in the kitchens?”
“Snow, sire?” Arthur managed to sound genuinely surprised.
“Snow inside the castle. If it is true then it must be sorcery, and needs to be stopped,” Uther glared between Arthur and the paperwork littering his desk. Merlin knew none of it was vital. Arthur had taken over all the important work while the king was still recovering in his chambers.
Arthur looked indecisive for a moment, then coughed.
“It’s nothing. It hasn’t snowed at all this winter in Camelot. I don’t know what they’re complaining about.”
”Hmm.”
Merlin grinned.
Title: It’s Not Cold Outside
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: G
Spoilers: Series 3. Think of it as a post3.13 fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine
Summary: It is snowing in Camelot. No, really, in Camelot.
AN: Written for
merlinadvent Day 17– Snow Day! Not that we’ve been lacking in any recently (Can I just point out I so called that prompt. Oh yeah, weather-girl career here I come ;P) 550 words. “What are you doing here?” Merlin asked as he walked in to find Arthur brooding by the window. “I thought you had a meeting with the knights.”
“It’s snowing.”
Merlin looked at Arthur as if he were a bit slow. “It’s Winter. It does that.”
“It’s snowing inside, Merlin.”
“What?”
Arthur sighed and walked over to drag Merlin out into the corridor where a small blizzard drifted past them and covered the bemused courtiers in snow. Quite a bit of snow. It was starting to settle.
“…It wasn't doing that earlier,” Merlin said after a minute. “When I walked here, it was fine.”
In the corridor the ladies continued squealing in both delight and horror as their hair was messed up. Oddly enough the ladies near Sir Gwaine were the ones who didn’t seem to mind little icy flakes settling on their hair as he brushed off the snow and told them how it only enhanced their beauty. Merlin snorted at that; Gwaine would never change. The next morning he’d be thrown out of Lady Catherine’s chambers by an angry courting Baron, and Merlin would be expected to fish him out of the tavern again afterwards.
Arthur cut across his thoughts.
“Apparently it’s spreading, it was just the throne room this morning, now it’s half the castle,” Arthur groaned. “Someone has to tell my father.”
“What? Why! I’m not doing it,” Merlin told him, all in one breath, and widening his eyes so far Arthur was more convinced than normal his manservant was hiding a mental affliction.
“Because it’s sorcery, Merlin. Obviously.”
“…Do you think he really hasn’t noticed yet?”
Arthur looked uncomfortable. “My father may have partaken of slightly more ale than usual at the Midwinter feast last night. No-one’s seen him out of his chambers since.”
Merlin grinned. “So the king got rat-arsed then?”
“I could have you hanged.”
“Then you’d have no-one to pick up your dirty clothes. How did you ever survive before I was here to look after you?”
“You don’t look after me, Merlin. I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. And you’re useless most of the time.”
“Only most of the time?”
“Just…go get Gaius and see if we can’t stop all this snowing before the king finds out, will you?”
“Right away, sire,” Merlin smiled cheekily at him, dashing away down the corridor.
He almost managed to avoid the snowballs thrown at him from an entirely innocent-looking Arthur.
The next morning Merlin saw Arthur making his daily report to Uther, and decided to listen in- just in case the festive sorcery had managed to catch the king’s attention and if he should be worrying about sudden room raids by the knights again.
“Arthur,” Uther interrupted his son’s report of guard schedules. “Have you heard anything about these reports of snow in the kitchens?”
“Snow, sire?” Arthur managed to sound genuinely surprised.
“Snow inside the castle. If it is true then it must be sorcery, and needs to be stopped,” Uther glared between Arthur and the paperwork littering his desk. Merlin knew none of it was vital. Arthur had taken over all the important work while the king was still recovering in his chambers.
Arthur looked indecisive for a moment, then coughed.
“It’s nothing. It hasn’t snowed at all this winter in Camelot. I don’t know what they’re complaining about.”
”Hmm.”
Merlin grinned.